don't believe in fear, don't believe in pain.

Sometimes I sincerely wonder if the universe is just screwing with me.

On Monday, I was on the way home after class when I once again saw Blonde Bond's truck pass me by. And, once again, I called him and got the two and a half minute conversation that I usually get with him whenever this happens, and I mentioned that I've been in his proximity in a car quite often lately.

I don't know why I keep trying, but I do. I wish I could stop.